Chapter 35 #2
“You need help, Cowboy?” she asks, smiling softly, her cheeks pinkening as her eyes flick to my hands, pulling me from my trance.
I shake my head and undress completely. The minute I do, she reaches for me, pulling me down, and the moment our lips meet again, time slows down. Like it had been waiting for this moment.
She deepens the kiss, pushing her tongue past my lips as her nails graze down my back with a slowness that has me shuddering in her arms and my cock twitching to be inside her. “Maggie,” I rasp against her mouth, the sound filled with reverence.
“I know,” she whines softly as her hips lift to meet mine, and I feel her warmth luring me closer.
I rest one hand on the bed next to her head and press my tip against her entrance, pausing long enough for her to tell me to stop, to slow us down even more, but she doesn’t. Instead, her hand finds my hip, and she presses her fingers into my skin.
“God,” I curse lowly, pressing my forehead against her chest as she urges me further inside of her.
Her sweet warmth envelops my length, her walls fluttering around me as the prettiest sound leaves her, and her body arches against mine.
“I missed you,” I rasp against her chest, keeping myself from saying what I truly want to.
Her body relaxes, and I start to move, sliding almost all the way out of her before hooking a hand under her thigh, bringing it up and over my hip in hopes she’ll make that noise over and over again.
When it comes, I steal it from her lips, kissing her like molasses as our bodies begin to move in sync, melting into each other.
“Don’t stop,” she whines into my mouth, and I nod, feeling her walls tighten around me.
I don’t give a damn if we’ve just started.
I don’t plan on letting Maggie leave this bed for the rest of the night, so I wait, I push for her body to shudder against me until her moans are the only sound the room hears, and she falls apart beneath me.
Her orgasm sends me over the edge into mine, sending me home and spilling into her with my face buried against her neck.
Our chests meet with each catch of our breaths as we both come down.
Her fingers trace soft patterns over my back as she clings to me.
I wrap my arms beneath her body, lifting her until I’m sitting against the headboard with her in my lap and my softening cock still nestled inside of her.
Neither of us is in a rush to change positions as she rests her head on my shoulder, and my own fingers dance along her skin.
“I missed you too, Bode,” she whispers, pulling back just enough that our noses brush and her eyes find mine again.
For the first time in days, they seem just a little brighter.
I know she has a long way to go until she’s fully okay, fully dealt with the grief, but if holding her close, loving on her brings back her light? Then that’s what I’ll do.
Her fingers comb through my hair, pushing back the sweat-damp locks as she smiles. “I have something for you,” she says as she suddenly shifts off my lap, making me groan in protest.
“Now?” I chuckle and sink further onto the bed, watching her naked form move to the closet.
“I… kind of forgot about it till now,” she says unashamedly as she glances over her shoulder at me, causing my breath to stop dead in my throat. Moonlight glints through the window and sparkles off her soft skin. “What?” she asks.
“You’re beautiful, that’s all,” I rasp and sit up, pushing to the edge of the bed as I watch the color of her cheeks warm. She doesn’t respond, instead she pulls open the closet and lifts to her tiptoes to grab a long shoebox off the top shelf.
Maggie hugs it to her chest and turns back to me. “I meant to give these to you, but then everything happened and… I kind of forgot that I had them.”
My brow lifts as she sets the box onto the bed. “What is it?”
“Open it,” she says with a smile, naked, and her face full of an emotion other than grief.
“Magnolia Mae,” I curse softly and open the box. My fingers lock up as the lid flips over and a pair of boots stares back at me. The same ones I own, but… new. Without holes and years of hard work torn through the soles.
“You needed new ones, Bode Walker,” she starts softly, and I can tell she’s unsure whether it feels like an insult or not.
Maggie rambles on, justifying the purchase that I know was way too much money for her to spend on me.
“...you always take care of me, of everyone, and… I don’t know, you deserved… ”
I don’t let her finish as I reach out for her hand and tug her back to me. She lands on top of me as we fall back onto the bed with a small whoosh of air leaving her. I cup her face once more and kiss her. If only to silence her doubts.
“I love them,” I rasp against her lips and roll her over. “Thank you, Wildflower.”
Her blonde hair fans out around her, a golden halo around a woman who deserves every bit of sunshine this world has to offer, with a smile that rivals the sun. “You’re welcome, Cowboy.”